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Again, a little nearer, were some of the persevering ones men who still hold on in the forlorn hopes of a check all dark-coated, and mostly trousered. Then came the last of the red-coats Tom Washball, Charley Joyce, and Sam Sloman, riding well in the first flight of second horsemen his lordship's pad-groom, Mr. Fossick's man in drab with a green collar, Mr.
Sloman to be sound asleep at this moment; but she said nothing, and waited respectfully until I had scribbled a hasty note, rifling Bessie's writing-desk for the envelope in which to put my card. Dear child! there lay my photograph, the first thing I saw as I raised the dainty lid. "Bessie," I wrote, "I have waited until Mary has come in with her keys, and I suppose I must go.
I asked with a laugh. "Yes, sir. But it is of no consequence. I thought you had gone, sir." "Time I was, I suppose. Well, Mary, you shall lock me out, and then carry this note to Miss Bessie. It is so late that I will not wait for her. Perhaps she is busy with Mrs. Sloman." Something in Mary's face made me suspect that she knew Mrs.
Judge Hubbard was a friend of my father's, and would approve of me, I thought, if he did not agree at once to the hurried marriage and ocean journey. "What an unconscionable time it takes her! Don't you think so, Mrs. Sloman?" I said at last, after I had gone through three several papers on subjects unknown. I suppose it was scarcely a courteous speech. But Mrs.
"She said all sorts of things, and," flushing slightly, "that it was a pity you shouldn't know beforehand what you were to expect." "I wish devoutly that I had been there," seizing the little hand that was mournfully tapping the weatherbeaten stone, and forcing the downcast eyes to look at me. "I think, both together, we could have pacified Aunt Sloman."
Sloman seated by the silver urn, and a neat little table spread for three, so quick had been the housemaid's intuitions. "Good-morning, Charles: come get some breakfast. You will hardly be in time for your train," suggested Aunt Sloman in a voice that had in it all the gloom of the morning.
I had often driven over there with Aunt Sloman: indeed, Sophia that's the one you saw is a great friend of Aunt Maria's." "So the lady-abbess confessed, did she?" I asked with some curiosity. "Yes: she said you were rudely inquisitive; but she excused you as unfamiliar with Shaker ways." "And were you really at Watervliet?" "Yes, but don't be in a hurry: we'll come to that presently.
I recollected her in a moment as a familiar face some laundress or auxiliary of the Sloman family in some way; and she seemed to recognize me as well: "Why! it's Mr. Munro! Walk in, sir, and sit down," dusting off a chair with her apron as she spoke. "Miss Stewart where is she? You know." "Miss Stewart?" said the woman, sinking down into a chair and looking greatly disturbed.
Fleda was crying again, and perhaps that was the reason why Mr. Carleton was silent for some time. She was very sorry to show herself so weak, but she could not help it; part of his words had come too close. And when she had recovered again, she was absolutely silent too, for they were nearing Sloman- street, and she could not take him there with her.
"But," said I, "you got my letters from the other side. Didn't that assure you that you might have faith in me?" "But I would not receive them. Aunt Sloman has them all, done up and labeled for you, doubtless. She, it seems had you talked her over? thought I ought to have gone with you, and fretted because she was keeping me. Then I couldn't bear it another day.
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